-bow- Here to impress as always. How's the view down there anyway? See our grandfather or?
Don't know what I'm going to do with all the excess souls I was saving for you. No one's going to mess a few hundred muggles really- presume you're in Oxford? Managed to trade a soul for a very vintage bottle of Whiskey if you ever fancy it. My Mother says hello.
Not as hot as advertised. I feel very lied to. The psychological torture of limbo was on point though. I was admittedly depressed when your sister was dragged back so quickly. Her despair over the darkness made mine appear far more manageable. She was smart enough not to deal with any desire demons though. Unlike someone else we know😅
Your mother hasn't told you about my encounters? Maddi hasn't told you about hers? Fascinating, truly🤔
My mom would have helped you no murder necessary but then again why deprive yourself of the joy of it I suppose. You know .. You can put those on a type of credit for when you die. Trust me .. you'll need it.
Off in posh fucking Cambridge ofc. I really want to see Aunt Charlotte maybe I'll come to you. You're in Russia?
Madeleine didn't quite reach limbo as I understand it; she landed somewhere between limbo and here which... defeats the point of limbo, surely. My Mother doesn't speak of anything. Though my father finds it fascinating, no doubt.
Credit? 🤔 Did the same apply to Veta before she was tossed through the void? A couple billion souls must've built quite the return.
By all means. She's been asking after you, actually. These servants stop being entertaining after a few hours of screaming.
Tbf I made little effort to understand the logic of the illogical. It wasn't like you couldn't speak through the veil to those on either side. It worked like a categorical sphere of realms and torment and the days passed as years. Strange though. I never have an problems getting Aunt Charlotte to talk to me🤔
I never actually saw Aunt Elisaveta here and neither did our grandfather. So either Emmett Laszlo is a shitty murderer or there's a lot more to the story of Aunt Kate than we realize. Tbh both are likely possibilities🤷♂️
Most entities here deal in souls as a form of currency for big favors. They use them for various different things. Anchors to the real world where the fade is weak. Slaves and servants. Energy for gems and spells before tossing them in the trash well. Most people that end up here only have their own soul to deal with and it gets them out of jail to wander the nether for a few years before eternal damnation and all that nonsense.
Elisaveta is a household name there though. So is Asa/Ellie. Isn't she one of yours too?
That is interesting. 🤔 As for my mother she and I haven't had much chance to speak. Work and other commitments not to mention the fact that she still believes me the fool of the litter. I prefer it that way, thank you.
You do know that Kate was swapped? Don't you? Thrown through the void by Sixten's son so Elisaveta isn't dead at all - merely displaced. I believe the same may have happened to our Grandfather. Either that or his soul is an entirely different plane. Definitely a shitty murder. So is Sixten, apparently. Disappointing. Not that I don't love having you back, of course.
Asa/Ellie is Emmett and Alilah's youngest. The spitting image of her mother. Not just in features. And, yes, but with Theodore.
I would believe my Aunt Kate is a highly skilled actress before I ever believed a past version of her is now walking around a prized family home in current time. Why was she the only past version? I am telling you .. She never appeared in the nether. Not once. Our grandfather only reached me twice but the conversations weren't much unalike to the ones I had with Aunt Charlotte once she was taken from us all. Difficult to decipher. Hushed. The same feeling of warmth, however. Familiarity.
Murder and disappointment must be a key László trait then. I also hear your grandmother, Ambriella, is alive and well these days.
I know exactly who and what Asa is, yes. If you hadn't brought your wife back I would dare say she's your type.